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I can’t wait either, and wrap my hand around his length, leaning down to angle the tip of his cockhead to my lips.

I’m just starting to tease him with my tongue when I feel Nate position himself behind me, wrap his arms around my waist, and lean down to whisper in my ear. “Is my babygirl ready to be the center of a Daddy sandwich?”

Am I even ready to hear Nate refer to himself as Daddy? With Bo, it felt almost natural, just who he was. After seeing Nate submit to Bo, thinking of him as a Daddy felt a little stranger, but not impossible. And a Daddy sandwich? Well, that sounds delicious.

At least it did until I felt him lean, and heard the telltale pop of a bottle of lube, then felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart, and his finger slathering the cool, slick liquid against the rim of my asshole. Suddenly the idea of being with two men is a lot more real.

My back tenses as Nate pushes the tip of his finger inside me. Can he tell I'm an anal virgin? Will it hurt? I try to picture his cock, and can’t, despite having had it in my mouth not so long ago.

“Hey, babygirl.” Bo’s soft-spoken protest gets my attention, and I resume dutifully sucking his cock, trying to ignore the finger pushing past my private barrier, exploring me in ways I’d never imagined.

And when It gets to be too much, Bo reaches down between my legs and begins to stroke my soft folds. His finger pushes inside me, and somehow the distraction, the bliss is just what I need.

I’m able to focus my attention on the silky-smooth cock in my mouth, and giving him the best head he could imagine. Bo moans, and I look up to see his eyes close in bliss. I’m filled with pride that I can make him feel good. He throws his head back and Nate teases my ass with his cockhead.

I mewl, not ready for him. He leans forward, kisses my neck and whispers in my ear. “It’s okay, babygirl. Relax. I won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

It’s stupid, and crazy, but just like that, Iamready. Despite my nerves, I want whatever Nate can give me. My asshole tingles. Anticipation? Fear? A mixture of both, more than likely.

“Give it to me, Daddy,” I whisper back.

Bo’s eyes pop open. He grabs my chin, tilting my head back and shoots a load of warm, salty cum down my throat. I gurgle in surprise, then swallow. When he’s done, I proceed to lick him clean. And then kneels to line his cock up with my pussy. One quick thrust and he’s inside me, filling me deliciously, somehow easing the spark of pain created when Nate does the same thing.

I gasp as they fill me completely, my holes tingling and stretching to make room for them. Bo’s arms circle my waist, and I drop my head onto his chest, breathing in the scent of his soap combined with the aromas of sex and hay all around us.

And then they wreck me. They’re thrusting in and out of both my holes, filling me up and taking the feeling away, only to bring it back two seconds later.

“Take it, babygirl,” Nate grunts. Bo pushes my hair from my eyes and drops kisses all over my face. The dichotomy of Nate’s demands, coupled with Bo’s soft touch is my undoing. My body trembles, then tenses, I feel like a spring ready to pop. NAtethrusts into my ass, father than he’d been before, and I break. Collapsing against Bo’s chest, I cry out, then shudder as I come undone.

They kiss and tease, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear as I ride the waves of sweet release, and then they’re laying me on the makeshift bed, and cleaning me up with baby wipes they’ve pulled from somewhere. They lay down on either side of me, and cover us all up with a blanket. I blink, staring up at the tin roof as reality comes crashing down. As wonderful as this was, as much as it encompassed everything I’ve ever wanted, it has to come to an end. Sooner rather than later. I can’t do this again.

Chapter Twelve

Bo

The rain stops as we lay there in satiated bliss, panting as we all recover from our respective orgasms.

It was just dinner and sex, but for me, it’s enough to know that my instincts were correct. Elle is ours. Our babygirl. Our wife. Amelia’s mother.

Do I have concerns? Sure. Will we all have to make adjustments? Of course.

As far as I’m concerned, it’s a done deal.

“The sex was fun, but we should probably talk about how the double-Daddy throuple thing works in our home and in a real-world setting.”

Nate sits up, looking less blissed out and far more alive than he had several minutes ago, and nods. “Yeah. I agree. It’s definitely different in the bedroom versus the real world. There’s rules and stuff, and well…” He hesitates. “We need a wife for a reason. We need help with Amelia and balancing home stuff with ranch stuff.”

“Right. We should go pick up Amelia soon, and introduce the two of you. Get her acclimated to your presence as soon as possible.”

Both of us have gone into business mode even though it’s not business we’re talking about and it's clear Nate’s brain is racing just like mine is. I’m still in a post-sex haze, body-wise, leaned up against the pillows with my hands folded behind my head and Elle’s head resting on my chest.

At least it was. She’s sat up, her mouth open and working like a fish, her expression one of regret and bewilderment. “I’m not… I can’t…” She starts and stops, looking like she wants nothing more than to run. Finally she sighs, her hands still picking at a fuzzball on the blanket beneath us and says, “This was… amazing. And perfect, and straight out of all my deepest fantasies. But I can’t be what you need. I’m sorry.”

She jumps up and starts picking her clothes up off the wooden- planked loft floor, pulling on her panties, but not even bothering with her bra, and hurriedly pulling her dress over her head. She slides her shoes on and pulls her cardigan over her shoulders while Nate and I sit there, staring at her in shock.

What does she mean she can’t be what we need? She’s exactly what we need. She’s fucking perfect.

Now I'm the one with his mouth working like I fish as I process her rejection, trying to figure out what I can say to halt the escape she seems intent on making.

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